Dennis had sat beside Ben for both hearings. Ben had warned him that this was a difficult business and that he should not get his hopes elevated. But how could he not? He was a human being. How could he help but hope that this would be the time he finally found justice? But it never happened. Ben let him down again, just as he had done at the trial.
And every time, Dennis looked a little older, a little more tired, a little more beaten. It had only been three months, but his hair was already grayer. His eyes sagged. His skin was pale, almost translucent. This was not a man who needed to be in prison. Or who, Ben suspected, would survive long there.
"The point of this third appearance, your honor, is that we have even more newly discovered evidence. And this time it's being provided by the district attorney's office."
Judge McPartland raised an eyebrow. He looked over at the prosecution table. "Is this true?"
Guillerman nodded. He didn't look happy about it. Truth was, Mike had orchestrated the whole thing, and it had taken a long time. He had to get the cooperation of a host of law enforcement officials, both state and federal. Eventually he brokered a deal. Shaw received a reduced sentence-and his sister was guaranteed medical treatment. In exchange, he agreed to testify at this hearing. Once Mike had the whole matter arranged, Guillerman had little choice but to go along with it.
"Very well then. Mr. Kincaid, please call your witness."
"I see now that my head was all messed up. I couldn't think straight. I wasn't sleeping well. Drinking too much. Taking pills to help me stay calm. You got to understand-I've never been married. I have no children. My sister is my whole world. The one who was always there for me. The one who stood beside me when the rest of the world couldn't care less. I could not watch her die because we couldn't afford the health care she needed!"
Shaw, like Dennis, had also changed much in the three months since the trial. He'd lost a good deal of weight. He'd shaved his goatee. His skull was stubbly. Ben knew he had spent most of that time incarcerated at the Tulsa County Jail. Perhaps he did not have access to the usual grooming tools.
But Ben also sensed a certain calm about him. A rectitude, perhaps. As if, now that all the secrets were out, he didn't have to hide anymore, and he was relieved about it. Better to bask in a harsh sun than to cower in shadows.
"I was horrified when I heard what Chris had done. Driving that poor woman off the road like that. Covering it up. She never did anything to anyone. She spent her days trying to help the sick and dying. And this was her reward? Just because Dr. Sentz was sloppy? It wasn't right."
Ben felt Dennis flinch each time Shaw talked about the horrors that had been visited upon his wife, but somehow he managed to keep it together. Ben didn't know how. Perhaps Dennis had also acquired some strength during the intervening months.
"I knew Chris was stonewalling the investigation. I thought it was a mistake. Better to seem to cooperate than to create suspicion. But he didn't see it that way. He was afraid she might still be alive-which was correct, as it turned out-and he didn't want her found anytime soon. That's why he was so upset when he found out what Officer Torres had done. He was afraid he would be found out. Didn't happen. He overreacted. And his overreaction set the whole drama into motion.
"After the body of Parsons was discovered, dead from radiation poisoning, the Tulsa police began an investigation into the murder, and then later into the cesium smuggling operation. Unfortunately, since Sentz was in charge of that one, too, it never got anywhere. He figured the safest way to make sure the cops never got close to him was to run the investigation himself. The stakeout at the Marriott was a big smokescreen based upon faked nonevidence. The irony was, we were the smugglers we were supposedly hunting."
Behind him, Ben saw reporters scribbling furiously. The clickety-clack of laptops had been deemed too distracting, so they were forced to resort to pen and paper, which for many of them, Ben suspected, was a new and strange experience.
"I totally used Dennis Thomas. Dr. Sentz knew his stupid guilt-ridden brother had to be eliminated, but he was too weak to do it himself. He just made little hints, you know? Basically hoping someone else would do it, so he wouldn't have to come face-to-face with what he was-the kind of monster who could contemplate killing his own brother. So I drugged Dennis Thomas. He was our patsy. He took the fall, and covered up our whole operation in the process."
Beside him, Ben felt Dennis's arms shaking. Seething with anger? Furious about the great injustice that had been done to him? Or trembling with anticipation? Perhaps he was beginning to feel, as Ben did, that this time the result might be different. This time the evidence went into the hotel room.
"Mr. Guillerman, would you like to cross-examine?"
"No," he answered succinctly. "I have no reason to doubt anything the witness has said."
Ben's eyes widened a bit. He was not only not challenging but implicitly endorsing the witness. A brave move from the district attorney who had fought to put Dennis away. He was signaling the judge that even if his office did not allow him to support this motion, he certainly did not oppose it.
After Shaw finished testifying, he was taken by two marshals and escorted back to the jail. Eventually he would be moved to prison, where he would serve several years. Given all that he had done, the deal let him off easy. But it would be worth it if it got Dennis out of the coveralls.
"Is there anything else?"
Both attorneys shook their heads.
"Very well, then. I want to check a few precedents and gather my thoughts. Please do not leave the premises. I will render a judgment before the close of business today."
Christina and Ben looked at each other. They weren't even going to say what was in their heads, as if voicing any hopes might jinx them.
Dennis did not have the same control. "He's thinking about it, right? We know he's at least thinking about it?"
"We do know that."
"But what if he denies your motion again?"
"Then we take it to the Court of Criminal Appeals. Justice Johnson and that lot. At least now we've got some real issues."
"But no sure thing."
"That doesn't exist in the legal world."
"And that will take a year to be heard?"
"At least."
Dennis fell silent. Ben took his hand and squeezed it tightly.
That wasn't much. But at the moment, it was all the attorney had to offer his client.
Like all breaks, this one gave Ben a chance to contemplate everything that could possibly go wrong. It was still possible that the judge could dismiss the testimony as lacking credibility, since Shaw was a known perjurer and he had basically sold his testimony to get a lighter sentence. It was possible he could find any of a thousand other flaws as well. And Ben contemplated each and every one.
He was greatly relieved when the judge finally returned to the courtroom.
"It may well be that we will never know everything that happened in this case. I for one would like to know who masterminded this sale of radioactive materials, and the identities of the intended buyers. I would sleep better tonight if I had that information. But my job here is to analyze the new evidence that has been presented in terms of the case tried. Specifically, my job is to determine whether the new evidence justifies setting aside the jury's verdict."
He took a deep breath before answering. It seemed it was not only jurors who instinctively drew out the big moment of revelation.
"Most motions for new trial can be dismissed out of hand. Most newly discovered evidence is neither new nor evidence of much. But this is different. Here we have a confession from a key player in a criminal operation. To use his own words, Dennis Thomas was their patsy. And I for one am ashamed that both law enforcement and the justice system played a part in this ongoing misuse of a grieving husband."
McPartland drew himself up to his full height. "It is with this in mind that I announce that the defendant's motion is hereby granted. The court will entertain any writ fo
r relief the defense may care to subsequently submit and my ruling will be forwarded to the court of the pending civil action. The judgment against Dennis Thomas is hereby set aside and double jeopardy has attached. Therefore, Mr. Thomas, as of this moment, you are a free man. Marshals, remove those shackles."
Dennis jumped up into the air. Most of the reporters in the gallery did the same. He heard a cry from the back row, then another. A few moments later, a spontaneous round of applause broke out.
The judge hammered down his gavel. "This court is still in session!" he barked. "Therefore, there will be order in this court!" His stony glare melted into a smile. "However, what you do afterward is your own business." He brought down the gavel again. "This court is in recess."
The crowd once again burst into applause. The back doors slammed repeatedly as people raced in and out.
Before Ben even knew what was happening, he felt Dennis's arms wrap around him. "Thank you," he said quietly. Ben could tell he was weeping. "Thank you so very much. From both of us."
Ben didn't have to ask what that meant.
Over his shoulder, Ben saw Guillerman approaching.
"I know you might not want to hear from me," Guillerman said, speaking to Dennis, "but I am genuinely sorry about what happened."
Dennis reached out his hand. "I don't blame you."
"Thank you. But I won't stop blaming myself." He looked past to Ben. "Congratulations, counselor."
"Thank you for not opposing the use of the Shaw evidence."
Guillerman shook his head. "I'm not a total jerk, you know. Honest." He reached out his hand to Ben. "Thank you for your damned tenacity. You are a testament to this profession. What it should be."
Ben didn't know what to say. So he simply took the man's hand and shook it.
"Hey, do I get in on this celebration?" Christina was standing on her tiptoes, trying to break into the circle.
"If you insist." Ben turned around and gave her a big hug.
"I always have to beg for it." She hugged him back. "Way to go, slugger. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, my dear."
"But if you think this means I'm going easy on you tonight on the Scrabble board…"
"Don't be ridiculous." He wrapped an arm around both his wife and his client. "Dennis, how long has it been since you had a really good New York-style pizza?"
"Ben, I've been in prison."
"Right. Well, as it happens, Mario's is still open…"
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Ben probably should have stayed home. It always took at least a day to recover from a major trial. Or even a minor one. To transition from having one event totally subsume your life to reintegrating everything that used to be important was not something that could happen in a day. He knew many attorneys who got on a plane and disappeared for at least a week after a trial. Granted, the actual trial had ended some months ago, but Ben had been just as obsessed in the following months as he had been when he was going to the courtroom every day.
Christina was ready to get out of town. He knew that. She was still reminding him that they had never actually gone on that honeymoon he'd promised.
Maybe later. For now, he needed to catch up. Hadn't had lunch at Goldie's for a while. Or played the piano. Worked the Sunday Times crossword. And if he just spent more time studying those Q-without-U words, he was sure he could finally beat Christina…
There was a knock on his office door.
"Loving!"
Ben jumped up and ran to greet him. He had only seen him a few times since Mike and the rest of the police officers rescued him from Shaw and his thugs. Loving had asked for a leave of absence and taken some time off.
"How are you?"
"I'm… tryin' to get myself together."
"Still feeling a little shaky?"
Loving paused a moment, as if struggling to come up with the right words. Ben knew he was not typically a garrulous sort, especially when it came to anything as squishy as his personal feelings. "Yeah. It's hard."
"I don't doubt it."
"I totally cracked up out there," he said. "I cracked like a… a… cracker."
"Oh, you did not."
"You weren't there, Skipper. I did."
"Mike told me he was very impressed by your fortitude."
"He was bein' nice. I lost it. Hallucinated."
"The sun was hot-"
"Thought I was at death's door. And I hadn't even been out that long. It was all in my mind."
"You'd been knocked on the head. Given a drug. They had you for three days."
"I don't even remember that. But I sure remember what happened when I woke up. I was a basket case. Loserville." Loving shook his head. It was an amazing thing, seeing this gruff barrel-chested man talk in such an introspective, emotional manner. "I've been through a lot in the last few years-most of it thanks to you. Embarrassment. Beatings. Even torture. None of that was fun. But when that guy poured the cesium on my chest, I went to pieces."
"Anyone would, Loving."
"No, not like that. I–I think I've been hidin' somethin'. For too long. Somethin' knocks me down and I get right back up, like I'm one of those inflatable toys you hit but they swing right back up at you. I'm not an inflatable toy!"
"I know that, Loving."
"And this time, I'm not bouncin' back up again. I need some time."
"Take all the time you need. Please."
He took a deep breath. "I'm goin' to Colorado. To the Shambhala Meditation Center. Where Joslyn Thomas went." He looked at Ben squarely. "I'm gonna learn to meditate."
Ben resisted asking if this was Christina's idea. He already knew the answer. "You?"
"I wanna find some peace of mind."
"Well… we all do."
"I'm on a journey. And this breakdown has shown me there's some stuff inside me that I haven't gotten in touch with. I wanna know the real me. I wanna understand my life purpose."
"I thought it was, you know. Working with me."
Loving gave him a long look. "I've been driven by fear. How else do you explain what happened to me? How else do you explain all those crazy conspiracy theories I've been chasin' all these years? I've been readin' this book." He pulled it out of his back pocket. "How Not to Be Afraid of Your Life. Written by this gal who practices Buddhist meditation. She's really smart. Look at her picture on the cover. See how happy she is? She's runnin' the retreat."
"Sounds splendid."
"So that's why I'm here. I have something I want to ask you."
"Like I said, take all the time you need."
"Would you come with me?"
Ben's lips parted. "Me? At that… retreat thingie?"
Loving gripped him firmly by the shoulders. "I think it would be good for you, Skipper."
"Well… no doubt…"
"Seriously. You think I don't know you've got issues?"
"Excuse me?"
"Skipper, I'm only sayin' this 'cause I love you."
"You do?"
"You're one big ball of neurosis and insecurity. You always have been. You worry all the time. You're lonely even though you've got great friends, a great wife. You're dissatisfied even though you're doin' great work, got a great job, helpin' other people. You've got the whole world in the palm of your hands, but you don't know it."
"Do tell…"
"Sure, Christina keeps you from going totally off the deep end-"
"Does she now?"
"— but even she can't do it forever all by herself. Skipper, your friends love you. We don't wanna see you have a total meltdown. End up in the nuthouse or dead in a ditch."
"We have that in common."
"So whaddaya say?" He squeezed Ben's arms even tighter. "Come with me. Let's make the journey to inner peace together."
"Loving…"
"Are you gonna claim you already found peace of mind? 'Cause you're about the least peace-of-mind person I know."
Ben gave him a piercing look. "I appreciate your concern. But it's not for me. I hope i
t works well for you."
Loving looked as if Ben had just run over his cat. "Are you sure, Skipper?"
"I'm sure."
"Nothin' I can do to change your mind?"
"Absolutely nothing." He opened the door and let Loving out. "Best to the Buddha." And closed the door behind him.
Not ten minutes later, Ben was interrupted by another knock at his office door.
"Loving, I don't need no more dharma."
"Ben?"
He looked up. Dennis Thomas was poking his head through the door. "Have you got a moment?"
"Of course I do." Ben showed him to the chair opposite his desk. "How's life on the outside?"
Dennis grinned. "A lot better than life on the inside. That's for darn sure. I'm very excited about my future."
"Well, that's two of you."
"Huh?"
Ben smiled. "Loving is going on a meditation retreat. He wanted me to go. But obviously, I declined."
"I'm not surprised."
"I'm glad to hear that you don't think I've got issues."
"I didn't say that. I just said I'm not surprised you're not going."
Oh. "What can I do for you, Dennis?"
"I wanted to give you a gift."
Ben held out his hands. "That's not necessary."
"Please. As little as you charged me, it's the least I can do." He reached into his sidebag and handed Ben a big blue book. "I hope you'll like it."
Ben stared at the cover. Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramhansa Yogananda. It's like an epidemic around here…
"I gather this has something to do with meditation?"
"The Yogananda was one of the great spiritual guides of the twentieth century," Dennis answered. "Joslyn loved him. Read everything he wrote."
"Well, I'm sure it's a fine book, but you know, I'm an Episcopalian…"
"Buddhism is a philosophy, not a religion. And the Yogananda wasn't Buddhist. He was spiritual, not religious."
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